my home | (completed)

7 : innocence is gone.

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Na Poochho Mera Dil Kahan Kho Gaya Tujhe Dekhte Hi Tera Ho Gaya Mohabbat Ki Duniya Basaane Chali Main Tere Liye Sab Bhulaane Chali Tu Hi Meri Pahli Khwahish Tu Hi Akhiri Hai

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࣪ ִֶָ☾. C H E R R Y

Vaani stirred awake, her fingers instinctively brushing against the soft strands of hair tickling her collarbone. Blinking sleepily, she glanced down and felt her heart stutter.

Shivank was curled up against her chest, his face peaceful, almost childlike. His breath fanned against her skin, his body warm and heavy as he instinctively burrowed closer.

A soft blush crept up her cheeks. Her fingers hesitantly stroked through his hair, gentle and slow. He hummed softly in his sleep, shifting just enough to nuzzle into her neck. Before she could react, his lips ghosted over her jaw in a feather-light kiss—unconscious, unintentional.

Her breath hitched. "Shivank, kya kar rahe ho?" she whispered, fighting the giddy warmth spreading in her chest. "Utho na, mamma."

He groaned drowsily, one hand reaching up to cup her face, his grip loose but possessive. Still half-asleep, he pulled her closer, his lips hovering just above hers before he finally met her gaze—eyes laced with grogginess and something unspoken.

"We're messed up," he mumbled, resting his forehead against hers. "Thanks to your kiss."

Vaani giggled, smacking his cheek lightly. "Kiss kisko chahiye tha, mamma?"

Shivank's lips curled into a lazy smile. "Mujhe hi chahiye! Mai he hu apna gunegar" he declared dramatically, grabbing her hand and pressing a lingering kiss to her palm.

"Bas karo!" Her face burned. Hastily, she pulled away and sat up, tying her hair into a bun.

"Movie dekhein?" Shivank asked, his gaze trailing over her with an admiration he didn't bother to hide.